Gentlemen,
This last cabriolet season has been a great one. It seems that my Mustang has lost no status since the last we spoke, in fact, it may have gained status as the new body is quite hard on the eyes and is most commonly purchased in pedestrian coupe guise. Thanksgiving we had near 70 degree temperatures here in Kentucky, and as such I decided to flaunt my carefree cabriolet one last time. Just wanted to share a few kills I got and se if anyone else has had this happen.
I was stopped in traffic with the windows down and happened to glance over at an older gentleman (early 30's). We made eye contact, which apparently he considered and invitation to speak. He said, "Hey there, nice vert!". I replied, "hey, thanks, it's a cabriolet, but that doesn't fukcing matter. I like your Civic as well.". He was in an Accord. Killed.
A few minutes later a kid pulls up beside me in a "Columbias Steak" delivery truck. He looks over and says, "Hey man thats a really cool sports car"! I look up from my cell phone and say, "Yeah, it is, I know. You keep hauling that meat and learn to change your own oil, and you can have one if you save up for the next thirty years". Ouch, killed.
Later on in the day my trophy wife decided she wanted some McDonalds. It was quite amusing to watch the fat, greasy bums drool over my car as they left with their robust bellys stuffed with salty fries and triple big macs. The kid at the register drove an old beat up fox or rat body or whatever you guys call it, so of course he had tons of questions to ask about my new car. I was nice, and since I had decided to order two milkshakes at the window, I kindly spoke to him. He finally gave me my milkshakes and complimented my car one last time.
He closed the window and started to turn away. I knocked on the window and said get back here in a sharp tone. I said, "sorry, these milkshakes won't fit in my cup holders, I want to return them". He replied, "but...". Is quickly cut him off and yelled, "damn it son, don't make me cause a scene. I'm not gonna risk spilling these fukcing milkshakes on my leather seats". Kid returns my money and I give him the shakes back. I drank half of one while he was counting my changes. Ohhh, burn.
Anyone else ever have this happen?
This last cabriolet season has been a great one. It seems that my Mustang has lost no status since the last we spoke, in fact, it may have gained status as the new body is quite hard on the eyes and is most commonly purchased in pedestrian coupe guise. Thanksgiving we had near 70 degree temperatures here in Kentucky, and as such I decided to flaunt my carefree cabriolet one last time. Just wanted to share a few kills I got and se if anyone else has had this happen.
I was stopped in traffic with the windows down and happened to glance over at an older gentleman (early 30's). We made eye contact, which apparently he considered and invitation to speak. He said, "Hey there, nice vert!". I replied, "hey, thanks, it's a cabriolet, but that doesn't fukcing matter. I like your Civic as well.". He was in an Accord. Killed.
A few minutes later a kid pulls up beside me in a "Columbias Steak" delivery truck. He looks over and says, "Hey man thats a really cool sports car"! I look up from my cell phone and say, "Yeah, it is, I know. You keep hauling that meat and learn to change your own oil, and you can have one if you save up for the next thirty years". Ouch, killed.
Later on in the day my trophy wife decided she wanted some McDonalds. It was quite amusing to watch the fat, greasy bums drool over my car as they left with their robust bellys stuffed with salty fries and triple big macs. The kid at the register drove an old beat up fox or rat body or whatever you guys call it, so of course he had tons of questions to ask about my new car. I was nice, and since I had decided to order two milkshakes at the window, I kindly spoke to him. He finally gave me my milkshakes and complimented my car one last time.
He closed the window and started to turn away. I knocked on the window and said get back here in a sharp tone. I said, "sorry, these milkshakes won't fit in my cup holders, I want to return them". He replied, "but...". Is quickly cut him off and yelled, "damn it son, don't make me cause a scene. I'm not gonna risk spilling these fukcing milkshakes on my leather seats". Kid returns my money and I give him the shakes back. I drank half of one while he was counting my changes. Ohhh, burn.
Anyone else ever have this happen?
